Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.